Birthday:May 22nd 1998Likes:Chasing cars in motion and bicycle ridersPet-Peeves:CatsFavorite Toy:his squeaky toy (miniature rugby ball), sticksFavorite Food:yogurt, cheese, ice creamFavorite Walk:In the park, more exactly on the slopes of a hillockBest Tricks:Smiling like Humphrey BogartArrival Story:He was one of the many stray dogs living in our neighborhood. He was captured by the dog-catchers and taken to a death camp. He was bailed out by one of our neighbors, an animal lover. Unfortunately the guy has a large family, kids and two German Shepherds so he sheltered him in his garage. We took pity on him and offered to take him in our apartment.Bio:Comu' has been a popular figure for a couple of years in the surroundings apartment buildings that make up our neighborhood. During his walks he covered an unusually large area, so he had the opportunity to make many friends. Many people volunteered to feed him and occasionally to let him spend the night on the threshold of their apartments. But he also made some enemies. One of them reported him to the dog-catchers' company and requested his capture. After his release from the dog-catchers, we decided to adopt him. During our first walks with him we were happy to notice how many people in the street and in the park greeted us and congratulated us for adopting him and offering him the opportunity of a new life. His popularity actually surpassed our imagination. Everyday more and more people stop to bow to him when they meet us in the street and keep asking him: How are you? How does it feel to have a master? How nice and clean you are. And they tell us: We've known him for long, he used to see us to our place and what a good dog he has always been.Forums Motto:Good boyThe Groups I'm In:"DOGSTERHOLICS", ★PLANET PAWLLYWOOD★, ♥ The Pet Poetry Group ♥, ♥All Fur Fun♥, AnimaLimpix 2008, Dogster/catster contests galore, K9 Comedy Club, PARADISEThe Last Forum I Posted In:March 2nd - The Last Hoorah Pawty!

The new life of a former stray-dog

Hello my good friends. I am participating for the third year in the row at the most generous contest: ADOPT! For all of you and, of course, for the judges here is my story told by mom:

He was one of the many stray dogs living in our neighborhood. He was captured by the dog-catchers and taken to a death camp. He was bailed out by one of our neighbors, an animal lover. Unfortunately the guy has a large family, kids and two German Shepherds so he sheltered him in his garage. We took pity on him and offered to take him in our apartment.

Comu' has been a popular figure for a couple of years in the surroundings apartment buildings that make up our neighborhood. During his walks he covered an unusually large area, so he had the opportunity to make many friends. Many people volunteered to feed him and occasionally to let him spend the night on the threshold of their apartments. But he also made some enemies. One of them reported him to the dog-catchers' company and requested his capture. After his release from the dog-catchers, my husband and I decided to adopt him. During our first walks with him we were happy to notice how many people in the street and in the park greeted us and congratulated us for adopting him and offering him the opportunity of a new life. His popularity actually surpassed our imagination. Everyday more and more people stop to bow to him when they meet us in the street and keep asking him: How are you? How does it feel to have a master? How nice and clean you are. And they tell us: We've known him for long, he used to see us to our place and what a good dog he has always been.

I'm telling you, my friends, every day in my new home is a party. Today, May 6th, I'm celebrating 715 days since I found my furever home. I wish that all the stray dogs in this world were as lucky as I am.

Although my only link to poetry is my friendship with Gunner and family, administrators of Pet Poetry Group, today I received from Miss Mystique this lovely poem which beautifully expresses what I feel sometime:

I will never know the loneliness I hear in the barks of the other dogs 'out there'.
I can sleep soundly, assured that when I wake my world will not have changed.
I will never know hunger, or the fear of not knowing if I'll eat.
I will not shiver in the cold, or grow weary from the heat.
I will feel the sun's heat, and the rain's coolness,
and be allowed to smell all that can reach my nose.
My fur will shine, and never be dirty or matted.

Here in this house...
There will be an effort to communicate with me on my level.
I will be talked to and, even if I don't understand,
I can enjoy the warmth of the words.
I will be given a name so that I may know who I am among many.
My name will be used in joy, and I will love the sound of it!

Here in this house...
I will never be a substitute for anything I am not.
I will never be used to improve peoples' images of themselves.
I will be loved because I am who I am, not someones idea of who I should be.

I will never suffer for someones anger, impatience, or stupidity.
I will be taught all the things I need to know to be loved by all.
If I do not learn my lessons well, they will look to my teacher for blame.

Here in this house...
I can trust arms that hold, hands that touch...
knowing that, no matter what they do, they do it for the good of me.
If I am ill, I will be doctored.
If scared, I will be calmed.
If sad, I will be cheered.
No matter what I look like, I will be considered beautiful and known to be of value.
I will never be cast out because I am too old, too ill, too unruly, or not cute enough.

My life is a responsibility, and not an afterthought.
I will learn that humans can almost, sometimes, be as kind and as fair as dogs.

So, this is my second Christmas. As many of you already know, I've been a stray dog for seven years, but suddenly my luck has changed. Now I know what Christmas means.
One year and a half ago, when my folks just took me in, I was... grateful, of course, but sad at the same time. I mean, it was summer, the weather was wonderful, just perfect for roaming round the neighborhood. They walk me all right, long walks, I must admit, but life out in the open seemed far more attractive. So when the walk was over and we were supposed to go inside, I used to brake and refuse to go in. I told them: "Come with me. I'll show you where to lie in the shadow under the parked cars. I'll teach you how to find food in the trash cans. We shall fight together the rival packs. I’ll let you know where to beg for food, I know several grocer’s shop assistants.” But they wouldn't listen to me. Now I'm glad they didn't. The summer was over and the freezing winter followed. It was much better inside.
Now when we are heading home from our walks, I'm leading the way inside. I just can't wait to arrive at my warm place, where my toys and my armchair are waiting for me.
So all I want for Christmas...